When I was a child I was told I was wilful and that ‘I couldn’t be told.’ Then, as a teen, I was the rebellious one, the black sheep. When I reached adult hood I was told I was bloody-minded. My husband had no idea what he was getting himself into. His mother was not … Continue reading Rebel with a cause
Many years later when I picked up my pen to write again, I found I still felt an invisible person reading over my shoulder. It took me a very long time to let go of worrying about who was going to read my writing. Four years of blogging has helped me be brave and write anyway.
I don't remember writing being anything other than my happy place. The flow, the zone, the place I love to go to, evaporated. I'm pleased to say I have continued to write this blog. Not a complete failure then.
Writing seems to be the area that suffers when I am hit with too many emotions.
I hold onto that feeling now as I write this blog and consider my inner country. The place within me where creativity lives
I can be easily derailed where writing is concerned. I usually have a million excuses for not writing, how I feel being at the top of the list. This year I decided to change things up and let my values drive my creativity rather than my feelings.
I have allowed myself to be held back by a lot of things over the years. Usually a lack of one thing and another. You know how it is. Not enough money, lack of confidence, poor self esteem or self belief. Is that the same thing? There are too many to mention. I could play … Continue reading It’s never too late
When I was young all I wanted to do was write. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading.
Every intention I used to make New Year resolutions. Lose forty kilos, save a million dollars, write a Nobel prize winning novel. Then I would feel guilty for failing. Cue my inner critic: 'Well derr.' I have a habit of setting the bar too high. In school I aimed for A+. I was never happy … Continue reading Every Intention
I am easily distracted. I have a vivid imagination and often more ideas than I need in one day.
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 